Sweat from the glass
Fire, cold and no pass
Everyone's quiet, the music is off
My girl is at home and she waits by the phone
Last night the tension was high
The parking full of snow
And my mates just behind
Smell of sulfur, everyday
Real life, borderline life
Drunk driving
Where respect is denied
We only play for our people
Fights, drugs and sacrifice
I'm on stage
Death, lies and
This is my life
Sluts, violence and
I'm on the stage
Cans and a fеw wicked people
This is my lifе
Pour me the last bottle of gin
The sunrise is coming and we're still locked in
Going back with nobody else
It's still raining on this parking lot hell
Fuck you, you moron
I sold my tv for more blow
And you talk about moral integrity
Sick
I'm sick to hear you talk, i have better things to do, I'm here for the same reason as you
I'm sick of the same old conversations, we're just drunk we've never been friends
I'm sick of pats on my back, of people who forgets
You're sick too, of the same old records you made
You're sick too even if you behave
I'm not taking no lessons, we're not part of a team, ever since "in goat we trust" this is where I have been
It's all over, this is the end
Everything decays and burns like
Alexandria
Driving in hell, top down in Santa Monica
Until the End drink like a Casamonica
Fire, cold and no pass
Everyone's quiet, the music is off
My girl is at home and she waits by the phone
Last night the tension was high
The parking full of snow
And my mates just behind
Smell of sulfur, everyday
Real life, borderline life
Drunk driving
Where respect is denied
We only play for our people
Fights, drugs and sacrifice
I'm on stage
Death, lies and
This is my life
Sluts, violence and
I'm on the stage
Cans and a fеw wicked people
This is my lifе
Pour me the last bottle of gin
The sunrise is coming and we're still locked in
Going back with nobody else
It's still raining on this parking lot hell
Fuck you, you moron
I sold my tv for more blow
And you talk about moral integrity
Sick
I'm sick to hear you talk, i have better things to do, I'm here for the same reason as you
I'm sick of the same old conversations, we're just drunk we've never been friends
I'm sick of pats on my back, of people who forgets
You're sick too, of the same old records you made
You're sick too even if you behave
I'm not taking no lessons, we're not part of a team, ever since "in goat we trust" this is where I have been
It's all over, this is the end
Everything decays and burns like
Alexandria
Driving in hell, top down in Santa Monica
Until the End drink like a Casamonica
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